Haste The Dawn

**Another old poem I dug up from the depths. I think this one is around 2010–2011, but yet again I’m not sure**

I watch the fog settle inthe damp chills my skinand grips my heartI watch it cling to the pods of lightthat dot the street.And I’m waiting for daybreakThey say its always darkest before the dawnThat soon the sun will riseThe day will chase the fog awayBut I’m standing alone on this street cornerThe night has come,Where fog obscures what is already dimDon’t leave me waiting for daybreakDon’t abandon me to the nightChase the night awayI’m waiting for the break of day